The second day, the third day, for five consecutive days, Ian was knocked unconscious and carried away by Muto.

"Enough." Another morning, Ian dragged his tired body over. Seeing Muto walking towards him happily again, he immediately raised his hand to stop him.

"What? Do you want to rest today?" Muto asked with a smile.

"Mutou, I don't know if your training method is useful, but I want to tell you that my time is very precious and you can't waste every second. If your training like this, knocking me out will waste a lot of time." Ian said with a frown.

Wu Teng was stunned for a moment, and then said, "I trained like this after you agreed. And this is the fastest training method I can think of. In this way, you will recover the fastest from the injury. If you follow another training method, although it will be faster, you will be tortured even more. Once you are injured, you will be hospitalized for longer."

"Then you use a faster method, but I also have a condition that I must keep awake." Ian said.

Muto was stunned. Is there really such a hurry to achieve success? But since people say they don’t care, let go.

"You're waiting here." Muto said, and walked into the room inside. After a while, he came out with a chair and a pile of ropes.

"It was your own decision. I hope you can hold on. I will try to reduce your pain as much as possible." Muto said.

Unexpectedly, Ian actually said, "Just come."

Muto couldn't help but give out his thumb and said, "I was not as brave as you when I was in training. No matter whether you can stand it or not, I admire you very much."

Then, Muto tied Ian firmly to the chair and made sure that he could not move, he actually found tape and stuck Ian's eyelids, making it impossible for him to blink, and sealed his mouth.

"The biggest difference between an ordinary person and a warrior is not physical fitness, but the courage that bursts out in the face of dangerous situations. The best way to train a person's courage is to let him stimulate his courage in fear." Muto said.

Seeing that he said so much, Ian thought he would have some big moves and was very nervous for a moment, but who knew that Muto just sat down next to him.

Less than a minute, Ian's eyes were already extremely sore, tears oozing out from the corners of his eyes. His eyes, as the most vulnerable part, were under severe tests.

The process was simply terrible, and Ian couldn't help but whine there.

"It's only three minutes, what's the name?" Muto shouted loudly.

"Three minutes? Why does it look like three years longer?" Ian couldn't help but smile bitterly, but his laughter had become more helpless than crying, and it was unpleasant.

After a while, Muto stood up, returned to the house, brought an electric fan and placed it two or three meters away from Ian.

"Huhh..." Muto blew a few times, and a lot of dust was poured out.

"It's been five minutes since it's OK." Muto said.

Ian thought he could finally take a break, but who knew, Muto continued: "You can start the next stage."

Muto actually turned on the electric fan. Although it was indoors, the wind was still cold. But what made Ian suffer was not the temperature, but the wind mixed with a lot of dust blew straight into his eyes.

"Many people can't help blinking when their eyes are blown by the wind. This is the instinct of protecting their eyes, but it is also the most likely fatal weakness that ordinary people make when fighting. It takes only five minutes to blow." Muto said relaxedly.

Ian really started to cry this time, which was so uncomfortable. Compared to the previous ones, this was simply hell, and the tiny dust mixed in the cold wind was the devil in hell.

"Dongdong..." Ian's body trembled uncontrollably and struggled hard. The chair kept colliding with the ground, but none of this moved Muto.

"Okay, today ends here." Muto turned off the fan, and Ian was still crying.

While waiting anxiously, Muto brought a bottle of water and dripped it into Ian's eyes.

"Woooo...ah...haha...ah..." Ian actually broke away the tape that sealed his mouth and shouted loudly.

"Don't shout, hold on for a while." Muto took out another bottle of eye drops and washed Ian's eyes.

Just when Ian thought Muto was going to untie the rope, he knocked Ian out with another hand knife.

When Ian woke up, she found that her eyes were pitch black, her eyes were sore and painful, and she was blinded by something, but she felt more comfortable.

After touching the items around him, he could feel that he was in his residence, so he slowly stood up and walked out to the outside.

"Mr. Ian, Muto asked me to tell you, please do not go out, try to rest in bed, apply eye drops every half hour, and go to training at 8 o'clock in the evening." Seeing Ian walk out of the room, a subordinate said quickly.

"What time is it now?" Ian asked.

“Three o'clock in the afternoon.”

"Okay, I'll go back and rest, and I'll remind me to drop potions later." After Ian said that, he asked the subordinate to support him back to the room.

But he couldn't sleep even if he lay down. Although his eyes couldn't see it, Ian could still "see" the Death Assistance System, harvesting 266 lives, and remaining 85 days of survival.

There is a corpse-eating insect in the storage items, and the god of death coins are zero, and the god of death resources have not changed.

I don’t know if the eye injury can be repaired? After checking the detection and repair function, the system prompts “I have detected physical damage, whether to exchange for the Death God Coin for repair. This repair requires a Death God Coin.”

"This is too expensive," Ian thought. It's just that his eyes are sore, and he's going to waste a day. I'm afraid his eyes will be better if he has this time.

During this period, my subordinates came to drop potion for a while. They finally waited until the evening and untied the blindfolded gauze. Although their eyes were still sore, after those experiences, the feeling seemed less painful.

"Why don't you turn on the light?" Ian asked, looking at the dark warehouse.

"Chi..." A match lit up, Muto lit a candle, signaling Ian to walk over.

"sit down."

"Are you still here?" Ian asked, and Muto didn't answer him. The second was to continue to tie him up, glue his eyelids and seal his mouth.

After the morning experience, although Ian was still a little terrified, he also understood that although the process was painful, Muto should not want to hurt himself.

"Strictly speaking, those in the morning can only be appetizers." Muto placed the candle one foot away from Ian's eyes.

After a while, Ian's eyes began to cry again, but this time he did not yell.

"Puff...dong!"

The flames of the candle suddenly exploded in front of Ian's eyes like fireworks, scaring him so much that he even bounced up his chair.

Then he punched him hard in the stomach, and Ian immediately felt a twisted pain in his abdomen. With the shock just now, he immediately started vomiting again, but his mouth was sealed, and the vomit almost suffocated him until he swallowed it with difficulty.

As Muto said, this was just the beginning. In the next few dozen minutes, Muto occasionally added something to the candle's flame seedlings to make strange colors and sounds to stimulate Ian. At the same time, he kept hitting Ian in various parts, making him unbearable pain every time.
Chapter completed!